Look at that sunset. I never saw one redder. You can always tell weather by sunsets.
In a neighbourhood where everyone said exactly what he thought as soon as he thought it, Ashley's quality of reserve was exasperating.
He moved in an inner world that was more beautiful than Georgia and came back to reality with reluctance. He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened. He accepted the universe and his place in it for what they were and, shrugging, turned to his music and books and his better world.
He can do all these things, but his heart's not in it… He was never more than politely interested in any of the things that vitally interested every one else.
It was his goatee that annoyed her the most. Men should be either clean shaven, mustached or wear full beards.
A gentleman always appeared to believe a lady even when he knew she was lying.
But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?
Will was pleasant to talk to because he had so little to say and yet was so understanding a listener.
She spoke without any desire for sympathy and the two gave her none.
The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more—and by remembering too much.
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.
There is a certain swinish comfort in being with a woman who loves you utterly and respects you for being a fine gentleman—even if she is an illiterate whore.
And she could understand his shrewd caginess, so like her own, his obstinate pride that kept him from admitting his love for fear of a rebuff.